The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1887-01-08
Her Way.
iSundau School Times

Her Way.
| Sunday School Times.
Il don't see for my part, why the
Lord allows such people to have the
handling of so much, said Mrs. Trew.
in, with snap of her black eyes across
the breakfast table; 'it's a great trial to
my feelings
'What?' asked the doctor, rather ab
sently.
sDr. Trewin,' vociferated, the lady,
you don't mean to tell me that you
haven't heard a word of all I've been
saying?'
A little anxious smile fitted across
the doctors countenance.
4 think, my love, said he, you were
speaking of Miss Deborah Bither.'
Il should say I was,' responded his
wife, with spice of grim pleasantly in
her tones. Il told you that when ]
called on her yesterday with subscrip.
tion paper for the Hewetts, who, if you
will remember, were burned out last
month and are in very straitened cir
cumstances, she refused to put her name
down for a cent. She's money enough
to buy out the whole of US, Deborah
Bither has, and no chick nor child to
take it when she's gone. And I think
it would stand her in hand to make
righteous disposal of some of it while
she can; shouldn't your
Dr.. Trewin maintained discreet 81
lence. He swallowed his coffee and
left the table; and presently his wife
viewed his departing figure through the
elms as he took his way toward the vii
lage office.
sHe's the strangest man., said she,
when she had brought her work-basket
to the breezy keeping-room window ;
"a body never can tell what he does or
he doesn't think. But I'm sure he can
but see that Deborah Bither is the clos
est t-fisted old maid that ever lived.
Her gaze wandered out through the
window, and up to the great red.brick
lio745s- oiI nc 1llIl. There were broad
acres on all sides of it; uplands and or
chards, just now giving promise of an
abundant harvest. 1t was the finest es-
tate in the country, and Miss Deborah
Bither was mistress of it all.
sThe earth is the Lords and the full
ness thereof murmured Mrs. Trewin,
breaking her thread with jerk. de-
borah Bither ought to remember that.
1t goes against my grain to see anybody
so stingy.'
She sewed steadily for an hour, and
then, folding away her work, she put
on her bonnet and shawl.
'I'll 60 down and see how Mrs. Hew-
EFT IS getting on, she said. 'She needs
sympathy and help, if ever anybody
did
She walked rapidly down the street
until she reached the little low house
int which the Hewetts had moved with
the remnant of their household goods
tha they had saved from the flames.
Though an open window sounded the
busy hum of a sewing machine, which
ceasd as she entered the door, and Mrs.
Heyett came forward to greet her.
And how are you getting along2'
asked Mrs. Trewin, settling her portly
form in rockingham.
'Oh, nicely, now, thank you,' was
thequick response.
4 was out with subscription paper
for you, yesterday continued Mrs.
Trswin. HAS Deacon Gregory brought
it IN yet2'
rNo-o,' hesitated Mrs. Hewett. A
look in which perplexity and pain were
mingled crossed her face. 4 am sorry
to have given so much trouble; think
we shall be able to get along now. On,
Mrs. Trewin,' her voice trembled be-
Meath weight of tears, don't think me
ungrateful, but, indeed, II can not
bear to be beggar.' :,
sTut, tut!' exclaimed the doctors
wife. sTo my mind it should be duty
and privilege to help a neighbor who
has been unfortunate; and everybody
seemed to feel it so, except'-she stop
peaLwith shrug, and grim closing OF
her lips, thinking of the red-brick house
on the hill, and of its owner.
Il am sure we shall get along now,
reiterated Mrs. Hewett, hopefully, ap'
parently without noticing the break in
her visitors remark.
4 wish you may, truly answered
Mrs. Trewin. She looked an interroga'
ton point at the bright, new sewing
machine by the window, with the heaE
of unmade clothing near it. Mrs. Hew
EFT saw the glance, and answered it with
tears gathering in her eyes.
| 'Oh, yes! I've all the work can dc
now; and the machine is perfect god
send. I'm to pay for it when l can
'Why-what-where did you get it ?
asked Mrs. Trewin.
Let me tell you,' the little woman
smilingly said. Yesterday, only yes
terday, it seemed to me that must Civ
up. 1 rebelled, oh, SO fiercely agains
the harshness with which l thought Coo
had treated me and mine. At this darl
hour who should come in but Mis-
Bither. She had just heard of our
necessities. She stayed an hour or more
and YOU can't think how she cheeret
me up. 1t was she who sent the ma
chine, Mrs. Trewin; and besides givinl
me all her own sewing to do, she viii
get shop work for me from town. Sh
has given John work on her farm TO
the summer; and we're all SO happy
and relieved, and everything! On
you won't think US ungrateful if we d
not accept the-the subscription, if W
can get along without it1' Here Mrs
Hewett broke down entirely, her blu
eyes swimming in tears.
Then the better quality of Mrs. TreW